This is probably as close as I’ll ever come to art. Twelve Billion I must hold on to glad to be home Returning. now,let go of the wood to the thunderclouds we’re under,always apart to omission. to new meanings to the feeling I’ve only […]
Tag: prose
left things on old thingssunkissed vanitypined ceremony miles,circling the diamond pretty damned prairie,pretty damned
horns down June’s gully were the Wicca of my little abdomen, predominant of age ever I dreaded the wait’s weightso crushing on that island of a lot that is really amany, but my memory… how many times would little me imagine me now, remembering […]
the hateful curse of the classically-trained
clever in sharp through it all my holy communion my reference tradition now sometimes witnessed and lamented if only all these had been toldshut out! shut up! just listen my companion met me two nights in a row in front of the Heidelberg and […]
The Piss of Death
This is a poem I wrote a few weeks ago – drunk – in as little time as it took to scribble the words. Never underestimate the intelligence of a trout Piss and sod off sod right off Run the plates, Bill Run the […]
